A: Action - 848 Goldberg Street- Open to housemates and whoever happens to be walking by!
[When Mara wakes up, she knows something is wrong. The room is strange, and the light is far too bright to be anywhere on her ship. The deafening numbness that is the lack of the Force washes over her, momentarily paralyzing her to the bed in a moment of panic, before she realizes another crucial factor- her husband has disappeared. She remembers falling asleep the night before in his arms, and the final words he had spoken echoes back to her.
"The Force will always be with you Mara. As will I."
...Apparently that was far from the truth.
After pawing through the closest and failing miserable in her for something that didn't have flowers, or ruffles, or crinoline of any sort, Mara hitches up her nightgown, tearing it past her knees, and grabs the nearest thing resembling a weapon. Which happens to be a curling iron.]
Whoever took my saber and blaster better have a kriffing death-wish.
[Throwing open the bedroom window, Mara leans out, fully prepared to climb and slide down the drainpipe. There was no way she was going to act upon curiosity and explore the rest of the house, not when there was a blatantly simple exit right before her. She adjusts her grip on the iron, and put a foot up on the window's ledge.]